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ward. Nothing has worked, thanks to the efforts of the aptly named
                                                                                         GeoComply, which is licensed by the New Jersey Division of Gam-
                                                                                         ing Enforcement to ensure all bettors comply with the state’s geo-
                                                                                         graphical requirements. The company claims that in many cases it
                                                                                         can locate users to within a few meters. Anecdotally, I can confirm.
                                                                                         FanDuel, the most popular betting app in the state, pinged me while
                                                                                         I was in the dead center of the Lincoln Tunnel, a hundred feet un-
                                                                                         derwater and halfway between New York City and Weehawken.
                                                                                            Which is why New Yorkers are flooding west. But not too far
                                                                                         west—44 percent of all mobile bets in New Jersey are made within
                                                                                         two miles of the state border, according to GeoComply, with 80 per-
                                                                                         cent made within ten miles. At a public hearing in May, FanDuel’s
                                                                                         COO said that as much as 25 percent of its business comes from
                                                                                         New Yorkers crossing the border. For those carpetbagging gamblers
                                                                                         without a car, Hoboken Terminal—which couldn’t be closer to the
                                                                                         state border without falling into the Hudson River—is a mecca.
                                                                                            As it changes them, so they change it: The gamblers step onto
                                                                                         the platform and transform it into a literally underground betting
                                                                                         parlor. The Borgata it isn’t. But convenience beats out coddling.
                                                                                         Here, you won’t find leather seats at ritzy bars, nor giant televi-
                                                                                         sion screens and waitresses showing too much skin. Here, in this
                                                                                         dusky underworld, the house is open all day and all night, and it’s
                           Above: Outside Hoboken Terminal during                        less than twenty minutes from midtown Manhattan. Here, you can
                     NFL opening weekend. Right: With DIY sports betting,
                                 there’s no ceiling to the fun.                          get cell service without leaving the turnstile, so the whole trip costs
                                                                                         the price of a one-way fare. “I really don’t want to spend more than
                                                                                         maybe, like, an hour in New Jersey,” says Harrison, twenty-seven,
                                                                                         from Queens, one of the many carpetbagging gamblers I spoke to

                    “I really don’t want                                                 over the opening weekend of the NFL’s 2019 season.
                                                                                            Some land here by trial and error. “I didn’t know where you could
                                                                                         pick up signal, so I just took the train to Jersey City,” says Cooper,
                   to spend more than                                                    forty, who lives in Brooklyn. Rookie mistake. “So I got out of the sta-

                                                                                         tion and still couldn’t get signal. I was literally walking around on a
             maybe, like, an hour in                                                     Saturday night in Jersey City looking for signal.” He kept searching,
                                                                                         because what was once off-limits by law is now welcome. “I spent

                           New Jersey.”
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